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Post by Tok on Oct 25, 2005 10:32:10 GMT -5
How Great Thou Are, having only 5 posts!?? Welcome back.
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Post by Al on Oct 25, 2005 11:33:33 GMT -5
why the fuck would they call surf wax "sex wax"? I'd boycott that shit.
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Post by Rena on Oct 25, 2005 12:56:36 GMT -5
Welcome back Trace! We really missed you.
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Post by Al on Oct 25, 2005 12:59:20 GMT -5
this is just another tease.
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Post by paul on Oct 25, 2005 18:14:07 GMT -5
Hey Trace. Remember when I joined the Tesla mail list for a goof. Well they keep fucking emailing me to let me know "Tesla returns to Canada this weekend". Like Canada is the size of Rhode Island or something, and anyone who's a fan (past or present) should just fucking hop in the car and spin down to the gig. 6 emails! All the same. Every one of them. Pretty cool actually.
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Post by Thad on Oct 25, 2005 20:43:17 GMT -5
Telsa's coming back to Canada!?!?!
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Post by phaet on Oct 25, 2005 23:57:47 GMT -5
How full of yourself can you be to show up and post again only to inform us all how much you rock? Tracy's such a post-tease, sheesh.
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Post by Al on Jul 29, 2008 7:28:39 GMT -5
Yesterday I was awakened by a man with a handgun, who said I aint got a right to sleep. He forced me down into my basement and tied me to some water pipes. Then he took a shower in my bathroom. A very hot shower. My hands were tied so closely to the pipes, that it started to burn my skin off. I screamed, but no one could hear me. After the man was done using up all my hot water, I heard him put on some House Of Pain, and begin jumping around. Then it smelled like he was cooking some of my waffles. Either cooking them, or burning them. I couldn't tell. One thing was for sure - I was starving. There wasn't much I could do to get out of this predicament. I thought I would be down there forever, and eventually die and nobody would care. Suddenly the man came downstairs and untied me. He didn't say a word. He kissed me on the lips and walked away, and that was the last I ever saw of him. When I went upstairs I discovered that he had in fact, burned the waffles. The last of my waffles. Eggo waffles. I thought about calling the cops, but as I reached for the phone, I looked up at the wall, and written in big capital letters with Aunt Jemima syrup were the words "SPEAK OF THIS TO NO ONE" I ran out the house and screamed "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! WHY??!" But it was too late. The man was gone, and I was still alone and hungry, with nothing to do.
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Post by Rocky on Jul 29, 2008 8:52:43 GMT -5
Sounds like a rough night, Al.
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Post by Al on Jul 29, 2008 9:41:09 GMT -5
I've had worse night, TBH.
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Post by thorny on Jul 29, 2008 9:54:12 GMT -5
Yesterday I was awakened by a man with a handgun, who said I aint got a right to sleep. He forced me down into my basement and tied me to some water pipes. Then he took a shower in my bathroom. A very hot shower. My hands were tied so closely to the pipes, that it started to burn my skin off. I screamed, but no one could hear me. After the man was done using up all my hot water, I heard him put on some House Of Pain, and begin jumping around. Then it smelled like he was cooking some of my waffles. Either cooking them, or burning them. I couldn't tell. One thing was for sure - I was starving. There wasn't much I could do to get out of this predicament. I thought I would be down there forever, and eventually die and nobody would care. Suddenly the man came downstairs and untied me. He didn't say a word. He kissed me on the lips and walked away, and that was the last I ever saw of him. When I went upstairs I discovered that he had in fact, burned the waffles. The last of my waffles. Eggo waffles. I thought about calling the cops, but as I reached for the phone, I looked up at the wall, and written in big capital letters with Aunt Jemima syrup were the words " SPEAK OF THIS TO NO ONE" I ran out the house and screamed "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! WHY??!" But it was too late. The man was gone, and I was still alone and hungry, with nothing to do. Fantastic. No, seriously, this is brilliant. Did you write this? Cuz if you did, you are a genius.
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Post by Al on Jul 29, 2008 10:00:36 GMT -5
Yesterday I was awakened by a man with a handgun, who said I aint got a right to sleep. He forced me down into my basement and tied me to some water pipes. Then he took a shower in my bathroom. A very hot shower. My hands were tied so closely to the pipes, that it started to burn my skin off. I screamed, but no one could hear me. After the man was done using up all my hot water, I heard him put on some House Of Pain, and begin jumping around. Then it smelled like he was cooking some of my waffles. Either cooking them, or burning them. I couldn't tell. One thing was for sure - I was starving. There wasn't much I could do to get out of this predicament. I thought I would be down there forever, and eventually die and nobody would care. Suddenly the man came downstairs and untied me. He didn't say a word. He kissed me on the lips and walked away, and that was the last I ever saw of him. When I went upstairs I discovered that he had in fact, burned the waffles. The last of my waffles. Eggo waffles. I thought about calling the cops, but as I reached for the phone, I looked up at the wall, and written in big capital letters with Aunt Jemima syrup were the words " SPEAK OF THIS TO NO ONE" I ran out the house and screamed "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! WHY??!" But it was too late. The man was gone, and I was still alone and hungry, with nothing to do. Fantastic. No, seriously, this is brilliant. Did you write this? Cuz if you did, you are a genius. Yes, but I stole the first line from the band Fifteen. Don't tell anyone.
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Post by thorny on Jul 29, 2008 10:08:01 GMT -5
My lips are sealed man. So you riffed on that line with the rest, eh? That's some real creative writing, then. Are you going to study creative writing? You don't really even have to, its a gift. I suppose you could hone it to a gleaming scalpel edge by going to school, but then again you can achieve that by continuing to write. Well, keep it up, Al. It'll lead you somewhere. Speaking of being led somewhere, everyone check this out (especially Trace - you might actually make some extra $ with this): epinions.com Its a site where you get paid for your opinionated reviews on virtually any/and every product in existence, be it movies, books, music, deodorant, toaster, or feminine hygiene product. People rate you as being "helpful" or not, then you rise up and eventually after a certain number of votes, you get ten bucks. I'm not sure I want to do this but I'm thinking about it. In the meantime, there it is for all Sedakans to take advantage of, if need be.
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Post by thorny on Jul 29, 2008 10:10:41 GMT -5
[anyone with a post-count here as high as mine or Pissin's, for instance, could for realz stand to make some pretty impressive extra cash at epinions. The ten bucks is just the beginning of a virtual avalanche of cash. If you or someone you love is suffering from as high a post-count online as Pissin or myself, please navigate them towards epinions.com, they might even buy you a sandwich for your trouble]
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